September 28, 2005
Risk
As I was jamming my camera through the crisscrosses in the hurricane fence, spending an inordinate amount of time trying to capture the shadow of the stairway on the oil tank, it occurred to me that, in this day and age, I had better watch where I poke my lens. Since this little oil tank is right behind the Coast Guard Station (I won't mention the exact location, for security reasons), my chances of being caught and questioned were considerable.
I thought about the consequences. First, my camera could be confiscated -- it only took me a year to get used to it. I know I would be pushed to upgrade if I had to replace it. That prospect, alone, chilled my heart, and my wallet. Second, I could be interrogated and held without trial indefinitely, under the Patriot Act. Should they discover during their interrogation that I am just a suburban matron (see why my blog is anonymous?). and not a subversive, my name would be placed on a list forever anyway. Then, everytime I tried to fly, I would be searched and detained for questioning.
This is the last oil tank photo you will see on my blog.
Posted by Dakota at September 28, 2005 11:21 AM